Transition's Eve, or, Sappy Me...

Today, on the eve of what is another transition for our boy -- who now stands taller than I and whose feet are two and a half sizes larger than Husband's..? ..! -- I wax philosophical once more.
Here are some random thoughts from a mother whose son is about to be promoted from the eighth grade. I will try not to be too sappy, but no guarantees there...
The Last Day and the Fake Moustaches

Husband and I have our own coping method which involves going to the very farthest booth away from the action and trying to stay above the fray...
Read More...Bragging: Updated
It's so obnoxious when parents go on and on about their child's latest accomplishments. No one wants to hear it, with the exception of close friends and relatives (well, really not even they, Husband reminds me).
You may know that this has been Charlie's first year at the impossible-to-get-into charter "academy" and we were crossing our fingers that the year would go well for him; the anxiety we went through at the beginning of the year and just before, the uncertainty about pulling him away from his old friends and his comfort zone... Read More...
No Reading Aloud, Mr. Troublemaker
Husband visited with Mr. Troublemaker and asked him how things were going this year. What he found was a teacher on the verge of losing his spark; the thing that keeps teaching exciting for him. Earlier in the school year he was caught reading "The Phantom Tollbooth" out loud to his classroom and received a written reprimand and the threat of a suspension without pay if he ever does it again... Read More...
Just Can't Help Myself
Ch-Ch-Changes (updated)
The Last Field Trip (Sigh)

Yesterday, I accompanied Charlie's class on his last elementary school field trip. Their personalities are emerging. The difference from last year's group: The first bathroom stop was not to use the facilities but to check their hair. The transformation begins... Read More...






